Bombshell

Chapter One: Arriving To A Bad Dream

I wake up shaking, I'm still in this boxcar, squeezed tightly between people I used to live by. Rory, my 17 year old brother is slumped against the wall. Me, being 16, and a girl, experiencing cramps, is in a great mood. Father is in another car, with mother and Celia. Celia is 8, she is the opposite of me, sporty, stupid, and has a decent sense of style. We both look similar with our green eyes and brown hair. She's tall for her age and I'm average, at 5'6. Curves run in my family, something Celia and I were both cursed with. But why complain of my looks when I'm starved in a boxcar.

I feel the car being stopped, and voices outside speaking. "Rory, where are we?" He looks up at me,with a look of pain and sorrow. "You'll see, I'm so sorry you are here Myla." I start worrying, then the smell of smoke and something dead hits me like a wave. I cringe. Then I see light, someone opened the door and is shoving us out. I here German voices shouting at us pointing to lines. I look up and am told to go straight, Rory joins me in this line, and Father, but Celia and mother are in another line. They look to be going to a bath house, lucky them. Rory, Father, and I move threw our line until we are at the front being directed to a shack by a young looking German solider. "Jews, you will sleep in here. Three to a bed minimum. Now you will go to work." He numbers us all off. I am told to with Rory to cut wood, Father has to build other shacks so more people can fit. Before we can do anything though, we all changed into these hideous blue and white striped uniforms. They are dirty and stink. The same solider comes up to me. "I will be your ruler, for the time you are here. I'm Leon. I will take you to your job. You are prisoner #333074." "I'm Myla, you can call me Myla." He grins at me, it scares me, yet, in a way it's touching. "Myla, a pretty name. I'm not supposed to call you by your real name but if we are alone like this, I can make an acceptation." His blond hair and blue eyes captivated me. Like I was in a trance. "We are almost there, but I'll grab you tonight after curfew. Be brave Myla. You were brought here for things you shouldn't have to deal with." With that he walked away, leaving me alone, with a grow man yelling at me in German. I just stood there until he gave me a stump of wood and an axe. With this I knew what to do.

I worked for what felt like weeks, I wanted the time but no one looked at me, they all shhhed me. Everyone here is so on edge. It's been dark for a while and I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. My stomach is eating itself I bet. We are all told to run to bed where food will be served. I run into my shack to find a bowl of soup, that's cold and green, two pieces of stale bread, and a tin filled with murky water. "Where's the rest?" I ask father. "We three share it all." It seems as though we are being starved. We place are dishes into a cardboard box located near the door of our shack. Then like magic a solider turns off our power. "Get to bed you filthy rats." He yells at us. I don't. Understand why he's being so rude. I lay cramped in bed in between a wall and Rory, quickly drifting to sleep when I'm lifted from my bed. I open my eyes to see I'm outside and in Leon's arms. I try to scream but his hand is on my mouth. "It's ok I'm taking you somewhere it's safe to talk." I quiet down and close my eyes. In a quick minute we are in an abandoned underground bomb shelter. He sets me down on a rug and pulls up a chair. "Myla. You must not speak a word of this to anyone." I nod. "I will do everything in my power to see you are safe and in good shape. But around others you must act afraid of me, like others do. This is for your safety." "Why am I here? Where am I, why is everyone so scared?" "You are in a Jewish death camp, Germans are trying to rid life of your race. Everyone is scared because they know they will die. They came here to die. But you don't worry about that. You will not die." I stare at him, trying to make sense of this. All I know is I'm scared and terrified. "Why are you going to save me! I appreciate it but you don't know me, and from what you are saying you should hate and want to kill me." "You are beautiful Myla, you will be here for me, to make me love something and release tension. I've loved you since I laid eyes on you from when you got off the train. I'll save you. I promise. Don't worry about anything." He leans in, and kisses me straight on the lips, one hand on my chin, another on my left cheek. I look at him, and feel trust, part of me is saying to run the other way but my gut says, I can trust him, he will do what he says. I will live, and he will be with me, the whole time I'm on this horrific journey.